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  • me: i'm so over him.
  • him: hi
  • heart: lol jk
by worteinbildern

by worteinbildern

I am currently filling out two volunteer applications for my local zoo. 

There’s this idea that Emma, Rupert and myself are the best of friends who always hang out together. I’m just going to put out there, Emma and I text all the time but Rupert and I never text each other, we never see each other. If I see him every six months or so, it’s a friendly ‘hello, how’s things with you’ but that’s about it.

Daniel Radcliffe

by Corrine Day

by Corrine Day


  • me: my arm hurts
  • mom: it's the computer
  • me: my eyes hurt
  • mom: it's the computer
  • me: i have a nosebleed
  • mom: it's the computer
  • me: i have a fever
  • mom: are you sure it's not the heat from the computer
  • me: im pregnant
  • mom: its the computer
  • me: i feel down the stairs & hurt my tailbone
  • mom: the computer pushed you didnt it

The fact that Burger King actually delivers now is two parts fucking awesome and one part saddening.

by Dean Dampney

by Dean Dampney

by Nicholas Peter

by Nicholas Peter

by Aëla Labbé

by Aëla Labbé

by Esben Bøg

by Esben Bøg

Air

I don’t see the problem with living. With being happy. In this age where most teenagers cry themselves to sleep, slash their wrists and pick at their food, I don’t see why I should want to harm myself or admit defeat. Why don’t we stand up, and raise our fists, and scream, because the air is still rushing through our lungs, cold and sharp, and the blood is still pumping in our veins. Our hearts still beat. Our eyes see, our noses smell, our tongues taste, our ears hear. We are so alive! We are such beautiful creatures, each one of us a different color palette, a solution of millions of substances. Scream! Hear the sound of your voice ripping through the atmosphere. Open your eyes, look at everything around you. I don’t see the need to be depressed. Because whenever I step outside, when I take that first deep breath of harsh air, I know that I’m alive.

via: talamelerie

Reading All Men Are Brothers by Ghandi

Reading All Men Are Brothers by Ghandi

By Corrine Day 

By Corrine Day 


Francesca Jane Allen

Francesca Jane Allen

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